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 I sat at the pier, staring off into the ocean. I do my best thinking when I can see and hear the waves crashing, when I can see the ocean stretch to the beyond, when all I can breathe is the salty air. It kind of cleanses my soul, especially in the winter when there's no one around. Just me and the ocean. I often wish I could share these moments with a friend but, I think, these are the moments I more than anything love to keep to myself. Not out of selfishness, but out of knowing that perhaps I can only understand what happens to me then and there. A self understanding, if you will. I didn't notice the flock of birds and until I saw one out of the corner of my eye. The entire flock was sitting along the railing. They were kind of huddled with their necks scrunched down into their bodies. And then they all took off. They looped around the pier, and in one moment during a gust of icy wind, they were suspended in mid-air flowing freely with the wind before landing back on the railing. They kept looping around the pier in a certain rhythm, eventually expanding the formation. I thought they were going to fly into me a few times but they amazingly swung up right before reaching me. I kept watching them loop around, waltzing with the wind as they went. It was beautiful in a weird way; I can't quite describe it. But it was always the moment when they were suspended in mid-air that got me. It was as if the wind had grabbed hold of them before they willingly broke its grasp and continued on their way. A never-ending cycle. So it goes, huh? No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/324 |
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